{"id":376,"date":"2000-05-01T13:12:32","date_gmt":"2000-05-01T12:12:32","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/dickonedwards.co.uk\/diary\/?p=376"},"modified":"2005-10-13T13:12:44","modified_gmt":"2005-10-13T12:12:44","slug":"376","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.dickonedwards.com\/diary\/index.php\/archive\/376\/","title":{"rendered":""},"content":{"rendered":"<p>Tuesday Ist May 2000<\/p>\n<p>&#8220;Hats are always funny&#8221;, said Tim Baxendale to me yesterday. &#8220;If you put a hat on the monster from Alien it&#8217;s immediately funny.&#8221;<\/p>\n<p>Yes, it&#8217;s the Dickon guide to the vibrant, colourful, glamorous, futuristic, state-of-the-art UK Alternative Music Scene. Cut out and keep. Notebooks out, plagiarists!<\/p>\n<p>Stereophonics:<br \/>\nThree bowls of porridge looking for a spoon.<\/p>\n<p>Muse:<br \/>\nI&#8217;d like their records to be played at my funeral. And not before.<\/p>\n<p>Idlewild:<br \/>\nI can have no room in my life for a band whose vocabulary does not incluced the word &#8216;moisturiser&#8217;. Eric Idle is wilder.<\/p>\n<p>Gomez:<br \/>\nA band that would be greatly improved by death.<\/p>\n<p>Primal Scream:<br \/>\nFree Satpal Ram! Jail Bobby Gillespie!<\/p>\n<p>Embrace:<br \/>\nUseful&#8230; for putting up shelves.<\/p>\n<p>I&#8217;m sorry, I&#8217;m in that kind of mood. Things like the &#8220;All Tomorrow&#8217;s Parties&#8221; festival line-up depress me immensely. A festival named after a song from the Warhol Factory days. But no Superstars, Pop Artists, transvestites, deviants and iconic Germanic blondes to be found here. Just badly-dressed indie-schmindie Real Ale fans playing. White boy indie post-rock. And again and again and again. Bad Beards and worse clothes. Sports clothes. Badly-cut sideburns. Ruddy skin. Stubble. Did Karen Carpenter die for nothing? Don&#8217;t they remember The Associates? Ivor Cutler? Orange Juice? It is possible to come from Glasgow and not be quite so very dour.<\/p>\n<p>The thing is, the actual idea of having a music festival in a holiday camp is terrific. The problem is, the camp element seems to stop right there. It&#8217;s the Lack Of Variety Club. This year the acts and films were chosen by Mogwai. Who, let&#8217;s face it, are not the world&#8217;s greatest Abba fans. They balk at the mere mention of sequins. Mogwai and their dour little friends Must Be Stopped. With Knives. Next year it&#8217;s the turn of&#8230; Tortoise. The future&#8217;s so dreary I&#8217;ve got to wear mascara.<\/p>\n<p>It&#8217;s all very well me sitting here and moaning about it. But I&#8217;m also doing my bit in the Pop Wars. Putting my neck gladly (and gaudily) on the line myself. And so&#8230; here&#8217;s some new records of my own,  by way of an alternative to the Alternative.<\/p>\n<p>The new Fosca single. &#8220;The Agony Without The Ecstasy&#8221;. All 2 minutes 50 seconds of burbling synths, MIDI magic and sparkling auto-harps. AND you can dance to it. Out on CD only  (no 7&#8243; elitism here) on Shinkansen next month. Release date JUNE 26th. Backed with &#8220;Confused And Proud&#8221; and &#8220;Weightless&#8221;.  More aphorisms to scrawl on your satchel while gazing vainly across the room at the one who won&#8217;t gaze at you. The album, &#8220;On Earth To Make The Numbers Up&#8221;, follows in August. Unlike Orlando, the new Fosca releases should be available in France, Spain and America as well as the UK. And we&#8217;re working on Sweden and Japan. Next stop, Madison Square Gardens&#8230;. in Hemel Hempstead.<\/p>\n<p>I had one of those internet questionnaires recently.<\/p>\n<p>WHAT&#8217;S ON YOUR MOUSE MAT?: It&#8217;s got a plain red cotton layer covered in shameful grime, so it currently resembles a late Francis Bacon.<\/p>\n<p>  FAVOURITE BOARD GAME: &#8220;Drabble&#8221; It&#8217;s like Scrabble, but the loser has to impersonate Margaret Drabble for a day.<\/p>\n<p>   WHAT IS THE FIRST THING YOU THINK WHEN YOU WAKE IN THE MORNING: Oh no, not again.<\/p>\n<p>   FUTURE DAUGHTER&#8217;S NAME: Dickonia.<\/p>\n<p>   FUTURE SON&#8217;S NAME: Dickon Garden City<\/p>\n<p>   IF YOU COULD HAVE ANY JOB YOU WANTED, WHAT WOULD IT BE?: I&#8217;d quite like to join Asian Dub Foundation. Seriously! But do you think they&#8217;d have me? Last week, and this is true as well as handy for the purposes of a bad pun, I was snogged by a very cute Asian boy, smudging my make-up. I was then wearing, wait for it&#8230; Asian Rubbed Foundation.<\/p>\n<p>   WHAT IS YOUR FAVOURITE SNAPPLE?: Are you an American? You must be very proud.<\/p>\n<p>   FAVOURITE MOVIE(S)?: This week it&#8217;s Liquid Sky. All-time it&#8217;s The Naked Civil Servant.<\/p>\n<p>   WHAT IS THE WORST THING YOU HAVE EVER SEEN?: &#8220;The Horse Whisperer&#8221;. I had to gnaw my own elbows off to survive.<\/p>\n<p>   WHAT ONE THING IRRITATES YOU THE MOST IN PEOPLE: Not obeying my every command.<\/p>\n<p>   WHERE DO YOU WANT TO BE RIGHT NOW?: New York.<\/p>\n<p>   WHAT IS YOUR MOST MEMORABLE MOMENT? : To date, winning my Marksman badge at Colchester Barracks for the local Scouts. Deadeye Dickon, they called me. I&#8217;m actually quite handy with a .77 army rifle. You wouldn&#8217;t think it to look at me, would you? I&#8217;m a dab hand at using the crosshairs to kill people whose hair makes me cross.<\/p>\n<p>Apparently these diary entries are printed out by one reader and read in the girls&#8217; toilets at her school. <\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Tuesday Ist May 2000 &#8220;Hats are always funny&#8221;, said Tim Baxendale to me yesterday. &#8220;If you put a hat on the monster from Alien it&#8217;s immediately funny.&#8221; Yes, it&#8217;s the Dickon guide to the vibrant, colourful, glamorous, futuristic, state-of-the-art UK Alternative Music Scene. Cut out and keep. Notebooks out, plagiarists! 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